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[neverdied]

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[neverdied]

[Friend, eh? What a cute thing to add.]

Not really in the habit of going for imPorts. Too much effort. Wrong place, wrong time, nothing more.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And you have told him this? I believe he's already developed a fresh phobia.

[neverdied]

Didn't seem much like the listening type.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He will listen to me -- in fact, it is probably better that it happened this way. Quite obviously, a predator telling him not to worry isn't particularly reassuring.

[neverdied]

Right. [He doesn't sound too convinced, or perhaps that's just his tone for not caring. In fact, it all sounds the same...]

And you're just going to believe a predator like me?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I like to hear the predator's side of the story now and again, you know. Although yours ran fairly brief.

[neverdied]

Yup.

[Brief sure does sum him up.]

You work with that thing? [Wizard. Person. Human. Whatever.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Working with... Rincewind? My friend? Who is a person? Yes. I hired him -- although, frankly, there is a reason why he is assistant in his position.

[Rincewind hadn't quite the mettle nor the muscle power to really enforce the full spectrum of his medicine administration job.]

I still have to fill out the security element. Sheer man-power.

[neverdied]

Huh. At that hospital? Seems more like a patient than an employee.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I reiterate: this is my friend we are talking about. His shortcomings are simply...

[A beat.]

You're fairly no-nonsense, aren't you? He was certainly intimidated by you. Physically.

[neverdied]

I guess. [Practically a verbal shrug in those words.]

His self defence wasn't exactly expert. Might rely on that box too much.

[Luggage sure worked well enough against Jack though.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You dealt with the Luggage? ... How did you fare?

[neverdied]

It ate me. I think.

[Soooo. Not great. But also...]

Spat me out later. Guess I don't taste too good. Old meat. [OLD AS BALLS.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well, that is something to speak of. Endurance, perhaps.

[Another beat.]

Do you already have employment?

[neverdied]

Sometimes. You need someone else eating?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I was thinking of something more... Long term. With benefits.

Like dental.

[neverdied]

Don't need dental. Or insurance. Just money.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Okay, well, I can offer you that. [Especially when he had sugar daddies like Petyr Baelish and William Walker.] A lot of that.

I need a head of security.

[neverdied]

Huh.

[Thoughtful enough to offer a lingering few seconds of silence and a slow exhale of breath.]

At a psycho ward?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I mean, that isn't what we call it.

[neverdied]

Okay. Duties? [Security is security, but he likes to clarify.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Surveillance, facility patrol, patient subduing -- when necessary.

Nothing remarkably taxing.

[neverdied]

Nothing I haven't done before.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh no, I imagine not. When can you start?

[neverdied]

[The biggest sigh! This is the most eager employee of all.]

Whenever.